Weathered by the elements his beauty is unspeakable
those rugged planes of character endured the blues of living
Hollowed and withered by the sands of time
Appearing to be light as the breeze just as it is
When the current breaks the shore
There you sit peacefully, quietly, thinking
About everything or maybe nothing at all…

How foolish of me to think you knew no strength
Son of sea, you were created
In the womb of the ocean and
Carried away parts of her that are now
Permanently etched in your body
And ingrained in your psyche… you
Son of sea know no weakness

While others searched for all the pretty things
Misguided and naive I took you home with me
My beloved, how distinguished you were
I admired your unique antique qualities
The complexities of your simplistic circular variations
Your voice melodic and charming to the ear
Speaking the love of Gibran

Love, you say he says, gives naught but to itself.

I say, “Smh.” But reluctantly I agreed
Better yet… YOU agreed to just be in the moment
And while I waited... I polished you
Took great care to preserve your essence
Soon the current of circumstance carried you
From my admiration to my heart to my bed
There you lay with me every night

When your abrasiveness rubbed me raw
I dismissed it as exfoliation
When your splinters punctured my skin
I claimed it as growing pains
So ingrained in my genetic makeup that I
Became more Georgia pine than Georgia peach
You invaded my body, took my strength

You decided my body was your ebb
Your positive pulse of pleasure that
Carried me into inexistence, discarding me
As just another piece of driftwood
Sitting in the same place as where I found you
Consistently withered and worn from the tide
Drifting like all the other wood; nothing separates us.

We’re all the same: ugly and uniform, dull and denied
Waiting in vain for someone to see us, see me, the way I saw you

nooooo...softly, tell me it doesn't end like that...LOL...this is a phenomenal piece...i just love the seriousness, the descriptive terms, the depth and the maturity you use....you painted a clear and concise picture of a love gone wrong....

"Carried me into inexistence, discarding me
As just another piece of driftwood
Sitting in the same place as where I found you
Consistently withered and worn from the tide
Drifting like all the other wood; nothing separates us"

Your visuals here are so vivid...I can just feel it with you....
Again, a mature, seasoned write by a seasoned writer....Im really feelin this one.

This was painfully beautiful. And I say that because we all so want to be seen by at least one special person, just as we are, and loved solely for that. How can a soul shared as such, be so easily discarded? The imagery of nature painted here was stunning. Wow...